Was that a forced smile? Leah knew there were people who did not like to smile much, but it always hurt more when people forced themselves to be nice, like they were trying to be sarcastic. Nevertheless, the girl was trying to be polite and that was good. "Me too," she looked towards the end of the pitch where the hoops were at, "but I'm really nervous at the same time."

Ugh, she had been dreading this question. It was also the main reason why the fifteen year old was anxious - she did not play Quidditch much. What if she was worse than everybody and embarrassed herself? "Not much," Leah laughed nervously. "I learned flying in my First Year, tried out for the House team, failed... and then Quidditch was cancelled." It was better to be honest.


Laps. That sounded nice. Leah could fly, that was for sure. She might have forgotten some specific skills, but she still remembered the touch of a broom in her hands when she flew. She liked the warm breeze against her face when she was in the sky.

She followed the lead of Derry the professional and tied her hair up into a loose ponytail. Setting her broom up into the correct position, she was about to kick off when she noticed somebody nearby.


A younger girl Leah recognized from Hogwarts was here. She looked kind of nervous? But it did not seem like the anxiety Leah was feeling - anxious about her Quidditch skills - it seemed more like she did not have many friends to talk to. In a somwhat awkward posture in which her broom was still between her legs, she walked towards the girl and smiled.

"Hey," she said. "I'm Leah. Do you want to do some laps together?" Now that was friendly.